The Fucked Up Life Of A Pastel Goth

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"You are just so irresponsible and just don't do anything ever! What are you even doing when you're out? You have no friends, what could you possibly be doing? I mean, spend your useless life doing something for fuck's sake I mean you don't do shit around the house at least try a little bit in school, cause I am not supporting your ass when you graduate, you are moving out as soon as you graduate so get a job or something seriously what the fuck-" She never shuts up I swear... I mean, I guess I don't do much, but can you blame me? My mom's a fucking bitch, of course I don't do shit for her. And I do have a job, and I do plan on moving out as soon as I can. And I do have friends, excuse me I have many friends. Ok, not a lot, but only people I actually like. And I don't like most people. But I don't really care. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt a sharp pain in the side of my head. I looked up at my mom to see her arm out stretched. Fucking bitch threw a cup at me. "What the fuck, mom?!" I yelled standing up rubbing my head. "Don't fucking ignore me, and don't cuss!" She yelled putting her arm down. "You cuss all the goddamn time! You know what, I'm done with dinner, tasted like shit anyways." I said getting up and walking to my room. My mom's a bitch. I know most people will say shit like, "Oh, yeah my mom's a pain but I lover her, she is my mom after all." But not me. I hate my mom. I don't think I ever actually loved her. Maybe I did, up until I was four. That's when I remember I first started hating her. I mean, I'm a boy and she fucking named me Star, knowing I was a boy. What kind of shit name is that? Even for a girl it's a fucking terrible name. Seriously, what kind of drugs was she on when I was born? No wonder dad fucking left her.. I sighed walking over to the picture of my dad. I haven't seen him since I was four. Why didn't he get custody? He's a way better parent than that psycho. Fucking whore... I looked around my room and thought for a bit. Maybe she is ok... I mean, she buys me food... She buys me clothes I want and I got to choose everything for my room, even though it was pretty pricey... I should say sorry... I sighed, again. I always had this internal battle, debating whether or not she was all that bad. I mean, she did nice things for me, but I'm guessing it's only because CPS checks up on me every month so she kinda has to. Yeah that's it. She just doesn't wanna get in trouble. Typical bitch. I sat down and hugged my old stuffed cat. I have friends... I have plenty of friends... Even if I don't, who needs friends..? I pulled out my phone and texted my friend.

To: SimpleGothicHoe

Hey V, we're friends right?

From: SimpleGothicHoe

Of course my love. You're the only human I can tolerate!

To: SimpleGothicHoe

Should I change your contact name or do you still want it to be SimpleGothicHoe?

From: SimpleGothicHoe

I'm always gonna be a simple gothic hoe love, of course I want my contact name to be the same. I mean your contact name is PastelPrincess so I mean. :/

To: SimpleGothicHoe

I'm not a girl V.

From: SimpleGothicHoe

You take dick like one.

To: SimpleGothicHoe

Biatch I will stab you.

From: SimpleGothicHoe

Daddy please do.

To: SimpleGothicHoe

Kinky.

From: SimpleGothicHoe

Woops, GTG, the dad's drunk again and I gotta go to Dairy Queen and scare babies. Bye love!

I sighed and put my phone away. Now what? Victoria's my only friend... God dammit I'm so fucking bored! Shower. Yes. Nice, steaming hot shower, burn all the skin off my body. I got up and went to my bathroom. "Oh, you cunt..." I whispered seeing my cat in the bathtub. "I will burn you with water, I suggest you get your ass outta my bathtub." All she did was look up at me and move. I knew she could understand me. I named her Galaxy, so our names matched. We had a very deep spiritual connection. Half way through my shower, I was traumatized. "Star you bitch!" My mom yelled knocking my fucking bathroom door in. "Um, yes, excuse me, but I am currently wet, naked and the door is supposed to open the other way." I said flatly. She then pulled the shower curtains open and told me to leave for the night and spend the night at someone else's house. And that's how I ended up at Victoria's.